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He used those same two fingers and pushed deep inside of you. Instantly, you clenched down, refusing to let go as your juices spread down his hand and onto his wrist.

"Hmmm," he hummed in satisfaction. He retracted those same fingers, suckling each one with precision, lapping up your juices with his tongue. His member pressed against the small of your back, begging for entry. How you wished the rocks weren't blocking you from be-

"Y/n, come here." Sesshomaru said. You blinked, turning around to see he wasn't behind you anymore but instead in the onsen already disrobed.

He sat on one of the crevices in the onsen where people could sit comfortably and lean against the boulders if they chose. Smoothing his thick locks down his back, he craned his neck away from you, taking in the steam and allowing it to penetrate his skin. You drifted closer to him, your body floating in the water while your hands remained planted next to his legs.

You looked up at him with a mixture of lust and longing. Even with the only noise between you two being the soft splash of the waves, you could feel his intensity.

Without hesitation, you balanced herself on the rocks with your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck and coming together for a longer, more passionate kiss.

Without breaking apart, sesshomaru lifted your hips and guided you down on his dick. You could feel him pulsating inside of you as the mixture of warm water and his girth heightened your sensitivity down below.

Your moans echoed in his mouth each time you descended down to take all of him in. Even with his nails cinching into your flesh, you bounced on your own accord.

Sesshomaru's mind melted into the water as your pussy squeezed onto him, demanding to drain him of every last drop he had ready and waiting for you.

He broke the kiss, biting his lip as his hands palmed your behind. You were unbelievably tight but that didn't stop you from putting on a well-appreciated performance.

"Nnng, Y- y/n- you are truly," moan "Incredible."

"Mhmmmm." You moaned in agreement. You used your tongue to open his mouth again, circling around and around in synchronicity with your hips.

How you missed this man, how you craved this man. To hell with what everyone had to say about him, he was your mate and as unorthodox the circumstances, he made you feel amazing.

Sesshomaru quickened the pace, slamming his hips upwards as you descended down. He was close but he didn't want to end it just yet. He hated that he wasn't at full recovery but you were unbelievable tonight. As you balanced her supple body over him, using his shoulders for support, he admired your breasts as they glistened and gleamed under the moonlight.

He couldn't hold it anymore. Digging his nails in your flesh, he controlled you this time. He kept your legs open with his elbows and bounced you up and down, each motion more intense than the previous. Your soft, timid moans escalated into animalistic grunts and sighs that peaked as the intensity increased.

"Nnnnh! Y/N- I'm going to-"

"Don't say it, Sesshomaru. Just do it, I- I'm yours. Please, do it!"

This couldn't have come at a more inopportune time, you thought to yourself, a bubbling frustration building in your stomach. Once inside of your room, you were greeted by two other handmaidens.

"Welcome back, Y/N! How were your travels outside of the castle?"

"If its not too much to intrude, madam, we overheard that you are betrowed to be married. Is it true?" the handmaiden bowed low to signify her respect for you. "I do apologize if I spoke out of turn, madam!"

You sighed, rubbing the space between your eyebrows together. "I-its fine. If you don't mind.. I would like to be alone." Both of the handmaidens looked concerned, but you flashed them your best makeshift smile. 

"Its nothing to worry about, I just...."  you pulled together a fake smile. One that wasn't too cringy nor was it too alarming for other signs. 

"I-I just want to rest for my future husband. H-he is supposed to be paying me a visit tonight and I want to be fully rested."

Both of the maids blinked, their eyes big and stares hyperfocused on your face. When they saw your face never changing, they equally exchanged in a childish giggle. Neither of them decided to stick around for further details, so they made their way out of your room before shutting the door swiftly behind them with  a click!

You could still hear them giggling down the hall  until they were completely out of earshot. 

Man, how you missed your room. Your own safe space away from the hustle and bustle of the castle.  You called it a garden because, at your specific request, you had your father convert one of the shoin zukuri* that connected to the peony garden into your own personal room. The contrast between the shade of Keyaki and tatami mats brought an airy presence to your bedroom. 

The breeze was just right during the day and the night. And, during the night hours when the moon was at its highest, you would open your shoji and let the breeze in. You could hear the large elm trees shuffling sleepily in the breeze. If you closed your eyes, it almost sounded like the wind and the leaves were sharing a private conversation with eachother. 

The petals would fall into the Koi garden adjacent to your room, giving the fish who swam in intricate patterns a pastel, spring-like glow. 

Stacks of books and journals were strewn about the floor like a battlefield of worn soldiers. Washi paper jutted itself out of the books, makeshift notes, text, and journal entries that sporadically sprouted in your head clamored together in addition to the already existing articles of knowledge you collected over time. Father called you a hoarder; you called it expressive curiosity. 

Your bed was no exception to the rule, even with the maids' help. Your futon, disheveled like scattered rice on the floor. Your mattress and bedding were mixes of pastels and gold, its stitching spiraling meticulously across the edges, its stitches mimicking the flickering of firefly lights. The mattress was a lilac purple and your quilt was, what you called a crackled eggshell white. 

The stitching on your quilt was exquisite, shades of lilac and green etched across the thick canvas, cascading flower petals from one side of the quilt to the other. You were gifted this quilt by a Prince; his name was, if you remember, Prince Morihiro. He was a slim, tall young man with trembling hands and a nervous disposition. Calm and kind in nature, but not really a suitable husband for her.

Luckily, your father let you pick your potential suitors. All of his comrades felt it was absurd. A woman shouldn't be allotted such luxuries if she expects to bear a suitable heir to the throne. Or whatever that meant. You were blessed with such a compassionatr father; he let you come and go as you chose, play in the dirt like the boys, and still treated you like a princess. Dawning you with whatever you wanted at any given time.

You let out an obnoxious groan before you flopped into your bed. You looked out to your garden, eyes narrowing to keep the frustrated tears from falling. It was all a trick, you convinced yourself. Your father was just too understanding, too compassionate, too.. lax on almost everything.

You huffed a stray petal out of your bed, rolling your eyes at the subject. When you looked outside, you immediately immersed yourself in the outside scenery. It was only a small slit, no more than 5 inches, but seeing the bright blue sky, the happily chirping birds in the background, and the large trees dancing in the wind, you almost forgot about your worries.

Sigh. "I wish I could just stay here all day.." but you knew you couldn't. You had to move. You had to get up and be a princess. You reached for one of the many notes you scribbled once in the middle of your many late night studies. It was a mythology study. The-

"9 tail fox.. As much as they're believed to be for good luck or for deviance I sure wonder which one is my spirit guide for this life."

"Spirit guide for what life?"

"!!" You scrunched the paper together, nearly gnashing your bottom lip at the voice. You turned your head slowly, eyes bugging out when it was who you thought it was.

It was Sesshomaru standing at the entryway of your door, his eyes fully concentrated on you. When the shock went away, the anger began to bubble.

"Who-"

"Who let you in here? This is a Lady's quarters, you know!" Sesshomaru smirked to himself, amused at your brash attitude. He couldn't let it on that he was growing interested in you by the second, he had to analyze his subject. A renowned and feared demon of the land, born of regal blood, finally having his interests awakened from its dormant slumber.

"Your handmaidens." was all he said in response, the small smirk straightening back into a neutral line. They found Sesshomaru sitting outside under a tree and practically dashed to them as best as they could.

"Lord Sesshomaru! What are you doing here!" they said, hands clasped together in legitimate concern.

"The lady is waiting for you in her chambers. Here," one of the handmaidens bowed in respect. "Let us escort you there ourselves!"

"Tsk!" you rolled your eyes, turning over to not give him any chances of calling your position in the bed seductive or alluring. Instead of your back facing him, he now had a side view of your face. "I was just saying that so they would get out of here. I wasn't being serious!" you turned your nose up, your brattish fashion coming to the forefront. 

"Oh?" His footsteps were faint. You nearly blinked and next thing you knew he was at your side, looking down at you with a smile. "I didn't know a princess could be so pretentious."

"!!" that Really struck a nerve! Without thinking, you raised your arm to slap him.

"I'll show you pretent- !!" He was lightning fast and firm. In a blink, he blocked your hit, pinning you down onto the bed, looming over you with an observant look in his eyes. Even when you tried to shake yourself free and his tufts of hair glided down his face and onto the bed, he still held his grip on you. But, it wasn't to cause harm. 

"I'm not trying to hurt you, Y/N." he said flatly, his hands relinquished from your grip. "I'm surprised you don't even remember me." You rolled over, massaging your wrists with a suspicious arch of your eyebrow.

"Remember what?" you quizzed, scooting away from him.

"That we used to play like this as children. And you lost even then."

Pent up! Geto can't take it anymore. He pins you against the wall with a drunken smile. His hands rummage up your dress, pressing his digits against your freshly waxed heaven. He's gliding his fingers up and down the slit, stretching and collapsing the slick between your honey. His dick growing bigger and bigger at the thought of your warmth sucking him whole.

Pent up! Geto drills himself inside of you. Purposely putting you on all fours in front of the living room mirror. Pussy drunk and feverish watching your face twist and contort at the slamming of his hips. At the slap of his balls. He pushes his thumb inside of your quivering asshole, pleased at the sight of you taking on the role of a dirty slut-

"'so fucking well." he growls behind you, slapping your ass till it's sore. Till it's tender. Till it's to his requirement.

Pent up! Geto can't stop cumming inside of you. Holy shit, it just won't stop. Sloppy goblets of translucent fluid spew out of your quivering pussy. Streaks constantly streaming down your inner thighs. Your plush lips sticky and shiny from your nectar and his elixir. You were his fuck toy. His personal plaything. The land he so readily conquered. You made him feel like a fucking king; your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your cheeks decorated with dried spittle, your flesh in blatant adornment of who do you belong to.

Pent up! Geto just can't stop cumming. You're filled to the brim! But you keep pulling him in. You keep making space for him.

You greedy fucking devil.

Pent up! Geto pulls you by your hair, arching your back so your head is touching his chest. He plants soft kisses on your forehead, smiling down at your fucked-silly disposition.

He pins you back down, adjusts your hips in the air, slides back inside of you, and groans aloud.

This would be better for you if Gojo was here, huh? Why don't we call him?

shoppingwhilehorny! geto looks around for any employees; they're all preoccupied with other customers, their phones, or themselves. he thought it to be a perfect time to sneak into the dressing room to get a live-action glimpse of you trying on your clothes.

"geto! what are you do-" he put a finger to your lips, replacing them with his lips. you were in your panties, topless and exposed in front of geto. this wasn't a new thing, but this particular setting had you on edge.

"shhhhh" he whispered in your ear, kissing the outer edges with a smile. "I just wanna see." geto's inner thrills were getting the best of him. the bustling noises outside of your dressing room. the fluorescent white light shining above you. the sensation of being caught tickling his nerves. littering his skin with goose pimples at the very thought.

shoppingwhilehorny! geto took a proud seat in the plastic chair in the corner of your dressing room, crossing his legs to rest his elbow on his knee. the warm smile never left his face, but you could see a glint in his eyes as he eyed you in the flesh.

shoppingwhilehorny! geto watched you try on bra after bra. none of them were to your specific liking but geto loved them all. the way your breasts molded and filled each one perfectly turned him on slowly but surely. to see his tongue latched around your supple nipples with the only thing between your bare skin and his mouth being a sheer piece of burgundy fabric just made him want you. right there.

finally, you tried on a beautiful pink push-up bra. your breasts looked perfect! when you turned around, you noticed geto shifting in his seat as he looked at you. it took a minute for his eyes to leave your chest, but when they did he motioned his finger to come closer.

"do you like it?" he quizzed.

"mhmm." geto's hands reached around your waist, running his fingers up and down your silky skin. he groped your back, looking for the straps.

"Its a front clamp, silly." geto groaned playfully.

"fine then," he mused. "show me how to do it." he leaned back into the chair, arms outstretched with a smoldering study of your body.

"we're buying it." he crossed his legs again, this time intentionally going slower you to show you the bulging print between his legs that delicately left a small dot that looked to mimic a water droplet.

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"nnh- g-geto- we're not-" you stifled another bubbling moan from escaping your throat. he picked your leg up, planting your foot on his thigh so he could place his large hand on your lower back, pushing your hips forward so he could feast on you in peace.

his lips lapped between your plushed lips and your sensitive clit, suckling at the bundle of nerves, spreading his tongue wide enough to catch whatever juices dribbled out of you. you would buckle, whine, and bite your finger to hold in a moan. but the second that he would feel your hips convulse and jerk away, he would just pull you closer. savoring every drop of your slutty pussy.

with his hands in his pants, he continued to slobber on your cunt. he felt how wet and slippery you were becoming as the rush hour crowd buzzed through the fitting room.

"j-just a second!" your body curled at the constant flicking of geto's tongue on your clit. your mouth shaped into a wide 'o' but you couldn't let it out. you couldn't expose yourself. not in the middle of a fucking dressing room.

"hun, is everything okay? do you need any help? we're happy to-"

geto stuffed two of his fingers in your slimy pussy. it only took seconds for his large palms and wrists to be coated in your slick. he pumped his fingers back and forth, suckling at your clit, pumping continuously in and out of you, adamant on your next orgasm to topple over the previous in short sequences.

"n-no! i'm okay! its j-just so hard to decide! i- nnh-! i'll be out in a second!" geto couldn't get enough of you. your pretty pussy on full display only inches away from him. how could you be so cruel. he loved to taste you, borderline pussydrunk even. feeling your love nest clench and explode at his action made him want you. like a starved child staring at a loaf of bread. he just had to have you.

geto swallowed you drop by drop. his large mass stood to full attention, a glob of precum pooling at the top of his swollen tip. he pushed you back, standing to his feet to spin you around. the rush seemed to have finished, so now all you two heard were the occasional giggles of the staff and the upbeat pop music playing on the intercom.

"oooh, such a pretty little pussy just crying for me." geto snickered, kissing your neck. he suckled at your flesh, leaving bruised hickeys up and down your neck. "you wan' it?" he tapped his girth on your clit over and over and fucking over again, making you buckle at the sensation.

"you want this dick, don't you baby? then put it in." he smirked to himself. he loved to give you a little power even when you begged to be fucked like the dirty girl you were deep down. with a pout and a shaky hand, you reached around you, gripping the base of his throbbing mass to guide it inside. he was crooked, grooved, and so fucking veiny. but it was yours. it was yours. it was fucking yours.

you still remembered the time he went in you raw for the first time. he pressed your legs to your chest, your heaven fully opened for his sights. he used his thumb and two indexes to spread you wide, watching his flesh disappear inside of you inch by inch.

"fuuh~" he stretched you so open. you could feel his crooked girth bend and twist inside of you the further he went. he sucked in a tuft of air as the cool breeze tickled down his free flesh, further inviting him to make space in your warmth. your slutty pussy ate him whole, making his head drop on your shoulder and his hand plant on the wall in front of you. he used his other hand to position between your legs, skillfully rubbing your clit as he pushed forward.

You covered your mouth with your hand as he continued to move. his veiny girth kissed your walls, welcoming itself inside of you with diligence. he pressed on your clit, making you squeak behind your hands. his hips moved on its own, slamming into your ass more and more.

"some good pussy, baby. such good slutty pussy. do you hear her? how fucking wet she is?" he kissed your neck, trailing upwards to your earlobe to lick the outer edges.

"gonna cum for me? right in this dressing room?" he opened his index and middle finger into a 'v' and placed it over your clit, curling those fingers up and down to further stimulate you. he thought this was too boring. he wanted that nut out of you.

He drilled inside of you, creating a deeper and deeper space for him to fill with his pulsating mass. you clamped on him, making him growl in your ear. but he continued to pump, continued to explore you, savor your slippery insides little by little. he could feel your pussy getting all the more excited knowing that at any moment you two could get caught. but you continued to arch your back for him. you continued to moan for him. you continued getting fucked by your geto.

in a blink, he lifted your leg up, forcing you to place both of your arms on the wall for balance. he threw his head back to move his hair out of his face, but if you could see his narrowed eyes, clenched jaw and simmering gaze, you could see just how intoxicating your slutty pussy was to him.

"cum for me, baby."

He was close. with a grunt under his breath he pulled you down on his lap, the two of you still intact. without announcement you held onto the arms of the chair and bounced up and down to help your geto out. he grabbed your breasts in the same push-up bra, skillfully unclamping the bra to free your lovely chest from its constraints.

he grabbed at your flesh, alternating between massaging your nipples and pinching them. you continued to bounce, your stamina never faltering. you wanted his milk more than you would let on, but geto knew. he smiled at you performing so well. pleasing him with such passion.

"You're a good fucking girl, baby. show daddy how you ride it. c'mon you- could-" he threw his head back "fucking do it."

With a few more bounces, you dropped down, pushing your legs together as your hips gyrated on his lap. a puddle of your honey streamed onto the floor, its viscosity thickening as geto released his cream inside of you as well. you leaned back on his chest, your chest rising and falling at a staggered pace.

"shit-" geto chuckled. "we have to clean this up, babe."

sigh "if you weren't so horny we wouldn't be in this predicament." you scolded playfully. his only response was a kiss on your shoulder and a silent smile.

You two walked out of the mall, hand in hand as you allowed geto the full privilege of carrying all your bags. every- last- one of them. but as you walked in front of him, in your brattish fashion, you let him take a glance at the faint trickle of his cum still falling down your thigh.

✧༺♥༻∞　AUTHOR'S NOTE　∞༺♥༻✧

soooo this was supposed to be real bite sized but I got so into it that I wanted to make it a full scene. I hope you enjoy!

goodnight!

i tag:

He kept pumping. Full of lust and full of cum for you. He's so fucking over his job but if it meant coming home to your plump, vice grip pussy and your soft, plush lips he'd take a corporate beating any day.

Holy shit you're gripping on his dick. But he doesn't want you to come just yet. Oh, no no. He wants to watch you squirm. Watch you beg. Watch your nest cry out for him. Just. To be fucked. Harder. And longer.

And then he stops. Lather rinse repeat.

You beg all over again.